Some people asked about the dream that prompted my confession post, so here we go.
I’m in a storage room, packing things away. Dream logic, so who knows where this is. There’s a man I recognize, and have a bit of a crush on in real life, who is bringing stuff in and dropping it off. Each time we stop and chat for a bit, we find things to laugh at together. Then he goes out and I go back to putting things away. Even in this rather banal dream I’m already kinda turned on. I’ve never once been alone with this man, maybe it’s the novelty or some sixth sense about where this is going.
He comes back, we chat, and then he stops and looks at me. Really looks, and I can perfectly recall his eyes in that moment. They’re crystal clear and boring into me, when he says “am I imagining that there’s something here?”
I don’t have to ask him to clarify. The tension is electric. “You’re not imagining things” I say, almost a whisper.
He nods, turns and walks away, out of the room.